Sun Mote Copse long time the manxome foe he sought

Sugar heard footfalls approaching from the rear and slowed. Before she could turn around to see who was behind her, she found her path blocked. The youngster halted, black eyes blinking as Elfie spoke. There was something harsh, even combative, about his tone, though it was his words that made her blink again. She wasn't sure she knew what he meant but, anyway, these flowers weren't intended for the dead. They were meant for those still living, left behind to grieve.

Before she could consider putting them down to tell him this, two became three as Bronco arrived. He huffed and puffed at Elfie, his words puzzling Sugar at first. It slowly dawned on her that Elfie must've done something to the flower she'd left on Colt's grave. The confusion on her face twisted into a frown. Why would Elfie do that? Then again, why had Elfie mistreated Avery some days ago? Sugar's expression darkened further.

But she said nothing, nor did she set the flowers aside. What if Elfie tried to damage them too? She simply stood there, staring at Elfie strangely, wondering what he would say to Bronco's accusation.